Poem

The whitethroat on the gorse bush knows 
the opposite of cold is song;
the beetle on the burnet rose
knows the whitethroat to be wrong.

2 Comments

  1. 28 January 2009 at 6:29 am | Permalink

    Neat!

  2. Harry
    28 January 2009 at 10:06 am | Permalink

    Thanks :)

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